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Dragon egg and her? Luo Ning didn't understand. Even if he was in danger, he still wanted to try to figure everything out. He also needed an answer.

"What does this mean, great Red Dragon Queen? What exactly does Deathwing want?" Luo Ning asked impatiently.

Alleria glanced at him. She cared more about how to change the current situation than the truth.

"These matters can be discussed slowly later." The female elf interrupted him and stepped forward to bow to the ancient beast. "Alexstrasza, Queen of the Red Dragon, I am Silvermoon City Ranger General Alleria...

Windrunner, I have heard your legends when I was very young, but now I am sorry to see you in trouble. Please tell us how to rescue you?"

Alexstrasza, an elf from Quel'Thalas, looked at the well-mannered ranger, feeling guilty in his heart. "Even if I never participate in the battles between mortals, I have heard of the Windrunner family, especially you.

Alleria. I am deeply sorry for the disaster my children have brought to your home."

"This is not the fault of the red dragons, great queen. Our most important task now is to help you get out of danger." She emphasized once. Her words also made Sylvanas look at her. Her sister has changed a lot.

, but why does it feel like she has forgotten Nathanos? That human must be in danger now.

"The shackles on my body are tightly bound to me. They have the power of the devil's soul, and I can't break free." Alexstrasza said, suddenly letting out a deafening wail. "He... is coming...!"

"

"Shut up, big lizard!" Behind everyone, Nekros led a dozen guards to surround the place. He held the Demon Soul high. The slightly shiny golden disk made Alexstrasza miserable.

Alleria once wondered how the orcs controlled the red dragons, and now she knew the answer. It must be the Demon Soul.

"Look what happened in my fortress, huh? A bunch of ridiculous invaders." Nekros cursed, his white beard trembling with the words, and it looked like he was not a good guy.

Falstad stood in front of everyone, "This guy should be the leader, and he also brought the artifact here. It's really amazing how hard we worked."

Nekros laughed after hearing what the dwarf said, "You are really overestimating your capabilities. Dragonmaw warriors, bring me their heads!"...

Grim Batol Underground

Nathanos had never walked through such a winding and narrow tunnel. He also admired Grott's ability. The orcs who led the way found that the passage to escape Grim Batol was in the kitchen pantry, which was filled with empty boxes.

There was a loose stone brick on the ground. There was a complete vacuum below! When Nathanos went down, he asked the orcs if they had ever walked this road? Grote hesitated for a while before nodding. But now, besides believing

He has no other choice.

Finally, they came to the exit, which was connected to another tunnel. Although they had not yet smelled the fresh air outside, the gradually widening space made the humans and orcs feel relieved and felt a lot more relaxed.

"It looks like we should be able to go out soon." Grote said with his hands raised high. They walked for a while, and they could even feel a faint wind blowing from the front.

"Wait!" Nathanos suddenly stopped. "What is this?" He found a shriveled thing falling to the ground in the shadow. He walked up and picked it up.

"Water bag?" The human was a little surprised. "Has any orc walked through this tunnel?"

Grote scratched his head and replied doubtfully: "In the name of my ancestors, absolutely not. Otherwise Nekros will definitely let people leave Grim Batol here."

Nathanos nodded, holding the water bag close to the torch in Grote's hand, trying to see it more clearly.

"What? This isn't something from the orcs. It's from the elves!" Nathanos was surprised. When he went on the expedition with Alleria, everyone in her Farstrider army had such a water bag. But why?

Will this thing appear here? This water bag is intact, and there are still some water drops inside, which must have been left not long ago.

"Damn it! Did someone come to save me?" Nathanos boldly speculated. His words also surprised Grote.

"What? Someone came to save you?"

The humans nodded with worry and looked forward. If they sneaked into Grim Batol from the direction they were leaving, then the other direction of the tunnel must be the direction they were heading.

"I have to go back."

"Go back? We managed to escape with great difficulty."

Nathanos clenched the water bag in his hand and walked towards the tunnel. "But I can also choose to stay. Grote, what I promised you has not been done yet, and the red dragon family has not been saved."

The orc muttered something, then laughed: "Admit it, you just want to help the owner of this water bag."

"Yes, you are right. I'm not sure who this thing belongs to, but no matter which one of them it is, I can't ignore it." The worry on the human's brows increased a bit. He thought this water bag

The owner is most likely Vereesa, but that female elf should go back to find her family. But what if she told Alleria? Nathanos looked at the thing in his hand again.

"I believe this won't be the last time we meet, Groat." Nathanos smiled at the orcs he was leading.

"What a bold guy." Grote also responded, took a few steps closer to Nathanos, and continued in an extremely sincere tone of entreaty: "Don't let Nekros go."...

Under the night, Deathwing was flying east over the sea. He was flying faster than the wind, and was flying towards Khaz Modan, or Grim Batol to be exact. In fact, the black dragon had already had a premonition of the orcs.

Something was wrong. He tried to contact Nekros several times, but the other party did not respond. This could only mean that there was something wrong with Grim Batol.

Everything is going according to his wishes. The plan he made for those humans is also progressing smoothly. A few hours ago, he received a letter from Terenas, which said "In Presto

One week after the lord's coronation, it will be announced that the new king of Alterac will marry the young princess of Lordaeron on the day she comes of age." Those short few years of waiting, in the life of a dragon

It's just a blink of an eye. And by that time, he can start to destroy human civilization. After that, the elves and dwarves, who have a longer history than humans but have lost their vitality, will also be like the leaves on the old trees.

Slowly withered away.

In those days, he will live a very comfortable life, but now, Deathwing has to do something more urgent and unexpected. The orcs actually want to leave their fortress. Before dawn, they will

Drive all the cars outside and head towards the valley to the north.

"How stupid!" Deathwing whispered in the air. These words were more like an order, and even the wind blowing on him had to retreat. "Nekros, how dare you disobey me!"

From the information he got from Goblin Kriel, he knew that the lame orc seemed to have a good idea. The black dragon wanted to know what stupid thing this idiot was planning. He suspected that he had guessed his plan, but if this

It would be very interesting if the orcs could come up with some more creative ideas.

The vague outline of Khaz Modan's coast has risen from the horizon. Deathwing also has good vision in the dark. So, he adjusted slightly and flew in a northerly direction. There were still several hours before sunrise.

Hours later, he had enough time to fly to the mountain peak. There, Black Dragon could better observe the situation, but he hoped to see the Dragonmaw Orcs' convoy. Since the Dragonmaw clan has no use value, then the demon

There is no need to give the soul to the orcs anymore...

Another dragon was also flying. He had not flown in the sky for many years. The unrestrained flying made him feel extremely excited, but it also reminded him how unfamiliar he was with it. It should have been an innate ability, but now

But it seemed too uncomfortable.

The red dragon Cleostrasz has been Krasus for too long.

If it were daytime, those who were lucky enough to see him flying by would definitely notice this huge red dragon. He is bigger than most dragons, only slightly smaller than the Aspect Dragon. He has a blood-red and smooth body.

His skin. When he was young, he was once considered a handsome dragon, which also won the queen's favor. In battle, he has flexible movements, deadly attack power, and sharp thinking. As the queen's most important

One of the powerful guardians, he has been defending the glory of the Red Dragonflight, and later became the most important envoy sent by the Queen to those new races.

Even before his beloved Alexstrasza was captured, he appeared in the form of Crassus most of the time, usually only returning to his true form when visiting the queen secretly. As a relatively young consort of the queen,

He did not yet have that kind of absolute status and prestige among the ethnic groups, but Cleostraz knew that he had a special place in the queen's heart. That was why he volunteered to be the first envoy in the first place. He was

Send them to the most promising and malleable race among humans to guide them to maturity.

Alexstrasza undoubtedly thought he was dead, at least until he met Rhonin. But he just resumed Krasus' disguise and tried his best to help the Alliance win the war against the orcs. Help others to kill

His own kind really saddened him, but those young dragons raised by the tribe knew very little about the glorious past of their race. Few of them could grow up to get rid of their bloodthirsty nature and begin to learn those who truly

It belongs to the traditional wisdom of dragons. In the process of helping Luo Ning and his party enter the mountain city, he was lucky enough to be able to communicate with a young dragon. He successfully calmed its emotions and told it what to do. That dragon

The dragon obeyed his orders, which made him extremely happy: at least, it could still be saved.

But he still had a lot of things to accomplish. When he heard Alexstrasza mention Deathwing, Krasus immediately returned to his true appearance. This time, he vowed to stay with the queen no matter what.
Chapter completed!